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Innocent child
Pale skin and eyes glazed over
Cancer, let him go
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Bald head
Brave smile
Tired limbs
Shaken soul
Hopeful heart
Aching body
Weary eyes
Quiet home
Color fading
Heat escaping
Vacant eyes
Heavy bones
Lifeless body
Broken hearts
Blue lips
Heavy stone
-ARI
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Help
I scream
Hands shaking
I am broken
Laying on the floor cold and abandoned
I deserve this; I did it to myself
With blades to skin
Every wish
To be
Thin
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She was left to drown in sorrow
with the chilled pavement digging into her knees
with weeping skies and wailing winds
and all the worn down thoughts
stored in the darkest crevices of her mind.
Her lovely skin was forever twisted
beaten, battered, degraded
she was petrified and frozen in time
with the taunting children who danced around her
pitching stones in her face
She savored the darkness
of which always surrounded her
the moment the sun once again left her
suddenly she stood with her arms above her head
and she began to sway, she began to move
Her heart began to beat again
as her body began to warm
and she decided she would be free
with a renewed darkened sense of hope
she ran in desperation to her favorite place
Elated, excited, overjoyed
that girl was impossibly delighted
though she was tremulous and a bit unsure
she was done with being depressed, dejected and alone
Finally she will be too far away for them to find her
-ARI
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Small innocent child
so sweet and beautiful
with a heart so wild
and smile so brilliant
With soft blonde waves
caressing rosy cheeks
and enchanting blue eyes
filled with vibrant wonder
Everything about you
is everything I love
Forever and always
-ARI
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How many times
Must she destroy herself,
Before she runs out of pain?
How many times
Must she cry to herself,
Before she's lost to sadness?
How many times
Must she starve herself,
Before she runs out of self-hate?
How many times
Must she blame herself,
Before she's lost to madness?
-ARI
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You fell for the girl
with a travelers heart
who's eyes mimic
the worlds most vibrant art.
You loved the girl
with marks on her skin
like permanent kisses
from the places she's been.
You held the girl
with songs in her soul
which she learned from experiences
you'll never know.
You were angered by the girl
who left you alone
'cause the need for adventure
was etched in her bones.
-ARI
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I have wandered countless miles through her running mind;
Ever changing landscape I've been lost in many times.
I have felt the scars so deep sleeping on her body;
A different kind of sleeping beauty I hope never wakes.
I have had her dreams wrapped around me;
A long flowing skirt dancing with my movements.
I have touched the burning flesh of monsters in her mind;
Leaving gaping wounds in every corner they can reach.
I have walked through memories so perfect;
Blue skies, warming sun, and flowers rising at my feet.
I have been burned by her fears so great;
Screams thrashing about in my throbbing head.
I have loved her smile so bright warming my hopeful heart;
Laughter so light and kind like none I've ever heard before.
I have seen the darkest corners of her raging mind;
Silent battles wreaking havoc on her weary soul.
I have held her brightest thoughts gently in my hands;
Precious gems so raw and pure waiting to be shined.
I have been forced to watch her die a thousands times;
Her eyes a cage she cant escape; I have yet to find the key.
-ARI
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I don’t want to count the calories
Dancing on my plate.
Id rather count the miles
skipping beneath my wheels.
I don’t want to see the numbers
Flashing on my scale.
Id rather see the blur of scenery
Flying past my window.
I don’t want to hear the people
Laughing inside my head.
Id rather hear the seagulls
Begging for food around the beach.
I don’t want to hate the girl
Staring at me in the mirror.
Id rather love her instead
Smiling every time I see her.
-ARI
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I am the book in the back of a library
Lost and hidden away collecting dust.
Spine broken; pages torn and faded
My cover ripped away long ago.
A story once filled with brilliant vibrancy
Now damaged beyond repair.
I am nothing but an unknown story
Forgotten and left without a title.
-ARI
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